Chapter 594: The meaning of resistance (part 2)

Momora watched the amplifying note in her hand melted into blue smoke and

disappeared, and her mood could not be calm for a long time.

"How about, the first experience of casting spells?" Li joked from the side.

"It's almost like dreaming..." she murmured.

She hadn't fully reacted to the call just now, and even for fear of no effect,

she almost suffocated her strength and yelled.

When her own echo came from around the shantytown, Momora realized that she

had done something that a mage could only do.

Spellcaster—This word has almost nothing to do with half-beasts. The former is

the lucky one among humans, with a high status, basically second only to the

dragonborn. The latter is the weeds in the bottom layer, an aberration of

half-human and half-beasts, inferior to humans wherever they go.

To say that she doesn't envy the caster is absolutely lie.

If you have enough power, why should you fear the oppression of the

supervisor?

It is a pity that the birth gap cannot be crossed. She can neither naturally

master spells like the Dragonborn, nor will the Wizard Tower accept an

untalented half-beast apprentice.

Just now, as Momora followed Li’s instructions, imagining the moment when

invisible magic was injected into the amplifying note, she felt an

indescribable sense of comfort—it was like the body covered in mud melted away

in the lake, and it seemed The blood vessels that have been blocked for a long

time regain flow. The pleasure brought by this experience seems to go deep

into the soul, and it will be hard to forget after tasting it once.

"Have you never noticed the flow of qi?" Li couldn't help but curiously asked.

The biggest difference between demon and human is that demon possesses natural

spells, so it skips the steps of awakening and entraining the air into the

body, and enters the eighth rank alchemist level in one step.

A dragon demon like Chi is almost born at the level of Six-Rank Questioning

Dao.

The half-beast is undoubtedly an agitated person. This was confirmed by Li

when they first met, and Momora could "smelt" the smell of magic.

It's just that she never seemed to actively use this ability.

"The flow of qi?" Momora showed a dazed expression, "what is that?"

No one had taught her these things, Li realized. In Jinxia City, even a five-

year-old child can say a word or two when it comes to qi. In places other than

Shenzhou, the Privy Council will also promote awakening and feelings of anger.

Even if the people do not want to hand over their children to the large

families responsible for cultivating alchemists, they can also recruit

wandering and self-cultivation separately for their own children. Give simple

teachings on alchemy.

There is also a monopoly of knowledge here.

And the situation is more serious than that of the six eastern countries.

At least in Qiguo, neither the imperial court nor the Privy Council restricted

education at the bottom.

Reading is the only way out for promotion. This concept can be said to have

affected all aspects of the world.

"As for the topic of qi, I can't finish talking for days and nights. After

this matter is over, it will not be too late for me to teach you slowly." Li

Anfu rubbed her ears, "fill up first. Stomach."

…

Horn came to a shed with a bread basket.

Lifting the curtain, he saw Mu Li sitting on the ground, focusing on the hair

piled up in front of her.

"Brother!" Seeing him come back, my sister suddenly smiled with joy, "Look—"

She raised a piece of silk cloth in her hand.

The cloth looked very shiny and soft, and it contrasted sharply with the

coarse cloth on her body.

"This is what you knit with your hair?" Horn couldn't help but smile.

"When you were away, I was wondering if I could use them. It would be a shame

if they were just used as fuel." Mu Li nodded, "Later I found out that after

boiling it with water, it became soft and tough. How bad is the rope."

"It's amazing. It turns out that my sister's hair still has this function."

Horn sat down opposite her, "But are these handkerchiefs you knit?"

"It's a bandage!" Mu Li pouted, "You are fighting with the factory, and

someone will inevitably be injured. Bandages are better than rags. Now my

brother is fighting in front, I want to help too!"

Horn couldn't help taking a deep breath.

If he doesn't do this, he feels that the image he maintains may appear to be

flawed.

"It turned out to be so, you helped us a lot, and I thank you for everyone."

"really?"

"It's true." Horn said earnestly.

"Haha, that's good." Mu Li smiled happily, "By the way, you can just let me

fight with you. You said that I am not suitable for working in the factory. It

is always okay to fight against the factory? I promise not. It will be a

drag!"

"That won't work!" Horn decisively refused, "You are a girl, so you should

stay behind. Fighting is what men should do."

"Huh? But Momora is obviously a girl!"

"Uh-" He got stuck for a while, and after opening his mouth for a long time,

he simply changed the subject, "Anyway, it doesn't work, just don't mention

that, let's have dinner."

After speaking, he opened the cover cloth on the basket and put a sweet bun in

his sister's hands.

The latter swallowed immediately.

"this is…"

"Some kind people send it for free, you can eat it without worry."

Mu Li first glanced at the basket and confirmed that there was more than one

in it, before sending the bread into her mouth.

The slightly charred and crispy icing is first melted away, and then the

fluffy bread body-the rich aroma of wheat and the sweetness of cane sugar are

completely mixed together, and become soft and tender under the infiltration

of saliva, and when swallowed. Effortless, there is no sensation of throat

piercing.

For Mu Li, who is accustomed to thick bread, this is an unprecedented

experience.

Horn originally wanted to ask her how it tasted, but seeing her look

intoxicated, the answer was self-evident.

"Brother... Is this really something we can eat?"

She asked cautiously after swallowing it for a long time.

A stream of heat rushed into Horn's heart.

Perhaps this is what it means for him to stand on the side of Momora.

"Yes, and not only today, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will be able to eat it

every day from now on." The horn stroked his sister's hair and replied slowly,

"Brother promise you."

…

With the supply of sufficient food, the emotions of the employees quickly

stabilized.

Even those who were clamoring to rush out of the shanty town have returned to

their original positions—just as Mrs. Karan said, the rewards promised

verbally are far from getting what is in their hands, but the one placed at

the door. Barrel porridge has also become less attractive because of the

advent of sweet bread.

Not to mention Momora’s claim that there will be the same bread supply every

day. As long as everyone continues to fight against the factory, this kind of

food will not stop. This remark instantly pulled the hearts of all employees

together-if less than half of them previously supported the relief society's

actions, now the number of supporters has exceeded 90%. Even if there are

opponents, they will not publicly boycott Momora. After all, who doesn't like

the free food?

By about two o'clock in the afternoon, more and more passers-by crowded around

on the street.

Obviously news of the confrontation between Baiguoyuan and the workers has

spread. This type of conflict involving hundreds of people will hardly not

attract the attention of the outside world. Among the onlookers, Gore also saw

a few wearing peaked caps and holding them in his hands. The newspaper

commissioner of the notepad.